With heart of gold and gentle, watchful eye, The ISFJ, a friend of loyal grace, Doth weave a tapestry of memory, Where cherished moments find their rightful place.
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
With heart of gold and mind that dwells on past, The ISFJ with duty's flame doth burn, A loyal soul, in whom traditions last,
We hold true to our convictions as determined through belief. We deny our contradictions as would worry us to grief. . We deliver our devotions
By Tim Grace2 years ago in Poets
With keenest eye the world I do dissect, A craftsman's mind, with logic's hand I wield, Though doubts may linger, whispers I suspect,
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In love's vast canvas, nature's brush does sweep, Each stroke a whisper, each hue a leap, From dawn's soft blush to twilight's deep,
By Creative Chronicles2 years ago in Poets
I do not tend to hope for much of anything even if I may mention it once in a while. For me, it is a figure of speech or of writing, like OMG, and Zeus willing.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with secrets close at hand. They wield their logic, a most keenest blade,
With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with logic as their guide, Their minds a vault of knowledge, close at hand,
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Someday, when trees have shed their leaves, And against the morning’s white The shivering birds beneath the eaves
By bishnu prasad2 years ago in Poets
In the absence of required kit we fear ourselves unready. We lament the missing part of it and hold ourselves unsteady. .
